Man, it's been hot.

As long as the temperature doesn't budge another degree, today will be the day we break a 17 day streak of triple digits.

We are so looking forward to hopping on a plane to a cooler and drier climate. Utah and Idaho ought to do it.

In honor of our upcoming flight, a flight I do not wish to be tracking down crayons as they roll off the little trays again and again, I went ahead and took the opportunity to sew some crayon rolls.



Crayon rolls are so 2010, I know. And they've been on my list since then. But such is life around here, I just got around to making them this week.




I love sewing. I just love it. I haven't done it nearly as much as I would like or as much as I have in the past, but whenever I sit down and get going, I get so happy.






The crayon rolls were very well received and actually reminded Ava that she has a mother who can make things. And she had something in mind.

Now, I have had many thoughts, ruminations, discussions with friends and family on the topic of modesty and modesty for children, especially little girls. The thing that bothers me the most with little girls clothing is not necessarily the amount of skin showing (you know, within reason) but the objective of the outfit. It's when a 3 year old is dressed to look like she's a 14 year old, who's dressed to look like a 30 year old hooch, that really ruffles my feathers. That's not gonna happen over here but I did have to figure out what was going to happen here. I came around to the place that to me, I don't mind little girls in sleeveless dresses at all. The only conundrum comes when I try to figure out at which point that child is no longer little and needs to be more covered up. I concluded that I would figure it out when I got there.

Now I just have one girl. Her wardrobe choices have been a source of disagreement since the beginning of time. But when this girl, learned about modesty, there were no more questions. I'd hand her a Sunday dress (sleeveless) and she'd tell me she needed a shirt to go under it.

Okay.

I sewed her a dress (sleeveless) and she told me it wasn't modest and she'd need a sweater or a shirt under it.

Okay.

Needless to say I am often the student in my house and my kids', the teacher. I don't have to figure out when she's not little anymore, because in lots of ways she is already wise. I've started planning what I will say when she sees my prom pictures.

But on to her sewing request. Barbie was feeling way too bare. She really needed a sweater.

Okay!





I'm not quite crazy enough to think this is how Ava will always see it, but right now, I'm not going to argue.